Joseph Mallord William Turner, Fishermen at Sea (detail)
In a new project called “OMG, Who Stole My Ads?” French street artist Etienne Lavie makes it his mission to transform the ad space in Paris into an outdoor art gallery. He has been travelling around the city, snatching up posters and billboards, and replacing them with fine specimens of French art from an earlier era. If our senses have over-developed to the point where we need to be visually stimulated at all times outdoors, just to keep up continuity, then we might as well at least occasionally glimpse something that moves us—something we might elect to look at voluntarily. Lavie’s project gives that gift to a lucky subset of Parisian commuters.
James Abbott McNeill Whistler
Nocturne in Black and Gold – The Falling Rocket, 1877
haha you keep saying that word and i’m like
i don’t even know what drowning is!
how do you even say it, droneing? drawning?
just come in the water and you’ll find out some things
ive been buying old magazines for collages and i found this
This is the best thing I’ve ever read.
If you feel like maybe I owe you some words then I almost certainly do. And I almost certainly had them but I walked near the water and bits of me always fall in and I think perhaps your words fell in. If you live downriver from me then do sit quiet and close and they will float by soon. If you live upriver I shall make more say more and find you.
Mikhail Vrubel, The Artist’s Left Hand, 1882-83. Black chalk and charcoal on paper, 18.6 x 26.8 cm. The Russian Museum, Saint Petersburg.